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"Forget it, even without this child, he can still follow your and my last wishes? He has tried his best to make up for it over the years."

Nuo Zengrou walked to the table and her eyes unconsciously touched the water stains on it.

He couldn't help but laugh, "Come over and watch some fun to cool off?"

Ni Yi stood still, as if he knew he was still angry and shouldn't compromise so quickly.

Nuo Zengrou walked over and pulled him over, pointing to the table, "Although his surname is not Ni, he is still talented. He can draw quite well and write with great style."

I overflowed and lowered my eyes.

On the dark red sandalwood table, water stains outline a picture. In the main seat of the house, there are two old men playing chess with tiger faces. Although it is a bit blurry, you can still make out the outline.

Isn't this what they are?

But the difference is that although the person in the painting has a sullen face, he is obviously a bit kind. There is also a word "乞" written next to it, and the writing style is very familiar.

He couldn't care less about the font and quickly wiped away the water with his sleeve.

It doesn't look like anything at all.

After wiping it, I felt a little regretful, and immediately thought of something and snorted.

Nuo Zengrou saw through it but did not reveal it, and said with a smile: "I arranged for her to go to the west, away from you, so as not to upset you."

Ni Yi looked in disbelief, "What would happen if you put her so far away?"

After catching his wife's smiling eyes, he turned around and added, "You must not go crazy yet."

Nuo Zengrou laughed out loud and walked out of the door first, "Don't be so harsh, let's go and go out for a walk. I'm an old man. It's not good to stay at home."

Ni Yizhi hurriedly chased her out, "Did you really arrange for her to go to the west?"

"No, no, that's your precious baby, how dare I."

Ni Yizhi frowned, "Tell me clearly, whose baby it is?"

"My, my, all right, let's go, stop being so impatient."

......

Jing Shishu was taken to a very spacious room by Butler Zhang.

The interior layout is also very retro. Even the air conditioner is covered with a carved wooden frame, which makes it difficult to recognize from a distance.

Although the two old men didn't seem to like her very much, she really wasn't afraid of them.

He doesn't look like the kind of person who is unreasonable and makes things difficult for others.

How could a family with such a bad personality be able to raise a gentle person like Ni Qingyue?

Obviously not.

Only then did she have time to look at her phone.

Pei Qian and others all sent her messages, and they obviously knew about the situation of the two elders of the Ni family.

Jing Shishu answered them one by one to reassure them.

She is not a fool. She is really being bullied and can she still endure it? impossible.

After not staying in the room for long, Ni Qingyue came to take her to dinner.

To be honest, Jing Shishu really feels like she is filming a costume drama.

Because there are people at their dinner table who are dedicated to serving dishes.

Shock me? ? ?

Jing Shishu looked at her nose with her eyes, and her nose with her heart. She didn't say a word and just kept her head down while cooking.

They ate without talking or slept without speaking. After the meal, no one spoke.

Finally, the food was taken away, and Jing Shishu breathed a sigh of relief.

They didn't put the chopsticks down, so she didn't dare to put them down.

"Jing Shishu?"

Jing Shishu raised her head: "Yes."

"Do you like to draw?"

"Learned."

"That's good. You still need to be good at music, chess, calligraphy and painting to support people."

Nuo Zengrou chatted with her all the time.

Qingyue and his son remained silent beside them.

"Looking at your handwriting, have you ever practiced calligraphy?"

"I have practiced it, but the calligraphy I practice is not very common, Sanxi calligraphy."

Jing Shishu answered very simply.

In fact, she didn't remember that she had practiced, but she tried to write a few words during the day, and it felt very different, as if she had held a pen and written for more than ten years.

This feels familiar to her.

Ever since Wu Bai said it last time, she knew that she had learned a lot before. Although she couldn't remember what she had learned specifically, it seemed that she would awaken as soon as she encountered it.

So she quickly checked online, and found out that there was a special kind of calligraphy that was exactly the same as hers.

After hearing Sanxi's technique, Ni Yiyi immediately lost all airs and asked, "Are you practicing Sanxi calligraphy?"

Jing Shishu was a little hesitant. Why was she so excited suddenly? Is Sanxi's calligraphy special? She can't practice?

Nuo Zengrou had a smile on her face and was obviously very happy. She sent someone to get some brushes and paper.

"We don't have any other hobbies. We just love these calligraphy and painting. When I saw the calligraphy you wrote on the table just now, it looked very familiar. He has been practicing Sanxi calligraphy recently and is very obsessed with it. Now I heard that you are also practicing it. , a little more excited.”

They did not doubt that Jing Shishu had inquired about it specifically. After all, even if they could use tricks to practice calligraphy well, it would not be easy.

What's more, Ni Yizhi only became obsessed with Sanxi calligraphy in the past few days. Before that, he always wrote Zhai Mo calligraphy.

Jing Shishu nodded.

When Ni Qingyue saw this scene, the smile on his lips widened a little.

He knew that no one would dislike Shushu, just like no one would dislike Xi Xi.

Soon, Butler Zhang sent someone to bring paper and pen.

Ni Yizhi couldn't wait any longer, so he laid out the paper himself and handed the pen to Jing Shishu.

The meaning is self-evident.

Jing Shishu was initially indifferent, but she was also a little nervous about being dealt with like this.

Will I be thrown out if I don't write it well?

That would be embarrassing.

Just as I was thinking about it, my right hand touched the brush and naturally changed its position.

Jing Shishu put her thoughts away and wrote a few sentences according to the calligraphy on the wall.

As soon as he started writing, the paper under his hand was snatched away by Ni Yiyi.

He blew it like a treasure, then laughed and praised, "Hey, look at this row of words, it's so powerful. I know that Sanxi calligraphy is the most authentic calligraphy. Tsk tsk, look at this stroke, look. It makes me feel happy."

Nuo Zengrou was a little helpless, "Didn't you say a few days ago that no calligraphy in the world can compare to Zhai Mo's calligraphy?"

Ni Yizhi looked at her accusingly, "Today is different from the past. I didn't find Sanxi before, but now that I have, haven't I found my way back?"

Then, half hugging Jing Shishu, she was about to enter the study, "Come on, let's study it carefully and don't waste time with them here."

Jing Shishu looked at Ni Qingyue, who nodded towards her.

Nuo Zengrou was quite pleased. It was the best thing for the old man to like this little girl. After all, Ni Qingyue would definitely not find another woman.

Her son she knew best.

"Go back, you are tired after this day."

"Yes, mother."

They took a break and Jing Shishu was forced to open for business.

Ni Yizhi loved calligraphy so much that he forced her to practice for more than an hour, and her writing hands were sore.

The key is that this is not enough. Halfway through, I remembered that she can also draw. I don’t know if she doesn’t draw. Once she draws, it will be endless.

Jing Shishu was relieved at ten o'clock. When she got back to her room, she wanted to chop her hands off.

But there was no unhappy emotion. Before she fell asleep, she was still thinking, in this case, those two old people must like her? There is no need for Qingyue to quarrel with them anymore, right?